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On which we celebrate a piece of cloth, but not the brave young men and women who died for it. They already have their own day.
Because we just don’t see enough of the flag these days.
El Guapo said:
I’m betting you were sitting on that last caption for months.
(see what I did there?)
I didn’t see it, but I felt it!
To each his/her own, I guess. My poor mother, when she first saw the rainbow flags (unbeknownst to her, she and Dad had come to downtown Columbus right in the middle of Gay Pride Week,) thought they were “pretty” and wanted Dad to get her one. Dad, of course, knew the meaning of the rainbow flags, and explained to her that it would be a cold day in hell before he would hang one on his porch.
The old man (Jerry) decided, since he’s not really Dad’s favorite son-in-law by a long shot, that he would take it upon himself to make sure Mom got a pretty rainbow flag- that he stuck on the back of Dad’s old Chevy Venture, that is. Sophomoric, but still funny.
Ha, Smaktakula! You have been forced to hear about Columbus, Ohio twice in one day now from your female followers. There’s no sense fighting it. At least it wasn’t North Dakota…
But I like learning about weird, out-of-the-way places.
That is WAY funny! Good for Jerry! You only tell the “bad” Jerry stories on “Adventures in Whine Country!”
Jerry has his good moments too, which is why I’ve put up with him for the past 18 years. He was raised by wolves- so it sort of makes me feel sorry for him- but he is extremely high maintenance. I love it when he plays little snarky pranks like the rainbow flag sticker- especially when Dad lives smack in the middle of a very backwater redneck area. 🙂
But believe me, I know–the bad stories are the funniest.
Because if there is anything Americans don’t get enough of, it’s flags.